"I can see that," he agrees, and takes a couple of steps towards the window. Space, no obvious landmarks like planets, nebulae, or noticeable constellations anywhere to be seen. "I'd guess we're not even anywhere close to Earth."
It's actually not an unfamiliar look. Jack deals all the time with people who've just had crazy things happen to spacetime around them or run ins with aliens, or any of the other joys that life in Cardiff throws at people. The same sort of stunned shock is pretty obvious around them.
"Not a design of spaceship I've ever seen, either."
He turns back to look more closely at her. Pretty, late teens, with hair a shade of blue he associated with alien races from distant star systems rather than humans, but dyeing technology has come a long way since 1869.
Really, it's the gauntlets that are ... interesting. They're like nothing he's ever seen on a human before.
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It's actually not an unfamiliar look. Jack deals all the time with people who've just had crazy things happen to spacetime around them or run ins with aliens, or any of the other joys that life in Cardiff throws at people. The same sort of stunned shock is pretty obvious around them.
"Not a design of spaceship I've ever seen, either."
He turns back to look more closely at her. Pretty, late teens, with hair a shade of blue he associated with alien races from distant star systems rather than humans, but dyeing technology has come a long way since 1869.
Really, it's the gauntlets that are ... interesting. They're like nothing he's ever seen on a human before.
They're sparking.
"Are your wrists meant to be doing that?"